Page 50 of Infatuated as They Come
Sawyer made his way into the bedroom, still not saying a single word to me while I packed up all my school stuff, setting it aside neatly for tomorrow. Then I finally moved into the bedroom too. It felt stupid keeping my lips firmly pressed together as I got changed into my pajamas, completely skipping my nighttime skincare routine out of pure annoyance.
We crawled into bed, the both of us silent, but someone had to crack eventually. Maybe it would be him. But then I heard a soft click and the room went all dark as he turned off the lamp, and I was left to yank at the covers in frustration. I was too angry to fall asleep and I didn’t feel tired in the slightest despite how long the day had been. All I could do was toss and turn, the covers suddenly feeling like sandpaper no matter which way I shifted.
“You gonna do that all night?” Sawyer muttered.
“Do what?” I asked.
“You know what.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Stop moving every three seconds.”
“I can’t get comfortable,” was all I said. I didn’t want to admit that I had gotten so used to falling asleep with my head on Sawyer’s chest or his arms wrapped right around my waist.
“Well, I can’t sleep with you rolling around like that.”
“Well,Ican’t sleep when I’m angry.” I tossed again, and I felt my foot brush up against his. “Will you keep your cold feet on your side of the bed please?”
“It’s not my fault I’ve got long legs.”
“I don’t want to feel your cold feet all night.”
“I feel yours all night and don’t complain.”
“Excuse me?”
“You kick in your sleep.”
“No, I don’t.”
“You do, though. You kick and you get all grabby. Feels like you’re groping me some nights. Maybe you think I’m asleep. I didn’t know you were into that sorta stuff.”
“Shut up.”
“I’m not complaining. You can do whatever you want to me—sleeping or awake.”
I pulled at the blankets some more and scooted as far away from him as I could. “Let’s both just shut up and sleep.”
“Great.”
“Good.”
“Go to sleep.”
“I will.”
“I will too if you stop talking.”
“Fine. Starting from now, no one talks.” And I was expecting him to chime up with some annoying response, but after getting nothing but silence, Iforced my eyes to close and pressed my face deep into my pillow. The stupid thing didn’t feel nearly as comfortable as Sawyer, though.
“I don’t even know why you’re fuckin’ mad at me when I didn’t even do anything wrong!” Sawyer suddenly snapped.
“Oh, that lasted all of three seconds!” I said.
I could feel him sitting up next to me. “Why are you so pissed at me?”
My eyes opened to see that he had turned the lamp back on, and I could see the frustration there on his face as I sat up too. “Because you won’t let me give you money!”
